Hitting the Wall

A wall in a monastery—call it meditation

Is that wall in Berlin
That was and now is not,
Or the Great Wall in China
That is and once was not,
They begin and end in mind.
And if the universe is mind
It’s a wall whose stones
Break into laughter
When we say they are still,
Yet still they stay—

Walls go up and come down, every day

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Have a Tao Day.

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